Not for the weak of heart, this watery confinement – with brine-coated tongues and surly dispositions, went the submarine crew to their depths, braved the absence of daylight, sold their souls to Poseidon’s entombment. Some say it was the fumes, sulphurous as Hell’s own funk that warped the minds of hardy men, robbed them of […]
Somewhere inside, beneath the noise of to do’s, or regrets, buried so deep, that I disbelieve it exists, and yet… there it is – pulsating in sleep, disrupting idle moments – a hum, a breeze, a niggling, as if I’ve trapped passion, like a firefly, jarred it in some inner cellar… and still, it glows […]
What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too many questions. Do I know her? No, Mom, she’s Somali. And Muslim. I felt my whiteness and all its privilege slap me, stumbled Of course she is welcome, of course […]
Nice captures to accompany the words 🙂
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I like the tail of the bird 🙂
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Thanks. Cheeky bird, lol
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I adore the kids shoe. What a marvelous gallery of reds. 😀
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Thanks, Cer
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Fee!
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Cee- darn autocorrect
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Haha love the poetry with the pics!! 😊
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